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My ramen smells like coffee. I'm sure there's a very logical explanation for this (e.g. the microwave was used to heat coffee before it was used to cook ramen), but that does not help dispell the instinctual WTF that happens every time I go to take a bite.
Still watching Soul Eater. I see so much of myself in Crona, and so much of myself in Maka. I'm also of the opinion that every Crona needs a Maka, because I've found the friendship between them so moving—mostly to be fair, for Crona's sake. If every Crona needs a Maka then, hell, I demand one too. That then raises the questions: if I am Crona and Maka, why am I not perfectly content?
I've been experiencing a bit of internet overdose, and so I've packed up my laptop for a few days and scaled back my online presence considerably. Like all things, refreshing for updates and finding and posting content can easily, for me, become an obsession—and I am never quite at piece when obsessed with something. Worse so, I've encountered so much lately which has lead me to think about perception and self-representation—how we act, how we aim to act; how we're perceived, how we want to be perceived; the importance we give to various clichés and images and subcultures and identifies and the fact that, for better and worse, real world behavior very rarely creates an exact mirror to those images. I have such anxiety over self-representation, for various reasons—it would not be unfair to say I am obsessed with how others judge me, despite my desires not to be so. All of this means that with my brain already in obsession mode, encountering and thinking of these issues of self-presentation has made me obsess over them too—and my self-esteem and sense of peace do not benefit. So scaling back and quieting down is good for me. It gives my brain a chance to restart, and shake off these obsessions.
I know that to most everyone reading this that means nothing. LJ isn't the hub of all of this, so visiting here during my otherwise hiatus is actually no big deal—which makes me about as active or inactive as I might otherwise be, all told. It's other things and places that I'm avoiding, right now.
Three things do not make a post, but I have an episode to watch, they are the things on my mind, and so they must suffice. My coffee-ramen is a severe disappointment: the clash between scent and taste taints both. Ah, oh well.
Still watching Soul Eater. I see so much of myself in Crona, and so much of myself in Maka. I'm also of the opinion that every Crona needs a Maka, because I've found the friendship between them so moving—mostly to be fair, for Crona's sake. If every Crona needs a Maka then, hell, I demand one too. That then raises the questions: if I am Crona and Maka, why am I not perfectly content?
I've been experiencing a bit of internet overdose, and so I've packed up my laptop for a few days and scaled back my online presence considerably. Like all things, refreshing for updates and finding and posting content can easily, for me, become an obsession—and I am never quite at piece when obsessed with something. Worse so, I've encountered so much lately which has lead me to think about perception and self-representation—how we act, how we aim to act; how we're perceived, how we want to be perceived; the importance we give to various clichés and images and subcultures and identifies and the fact that, for better and worse, real world behavior very rarely creates an exact mirror to those images. I have such anxiety over self-representation, for various reasons—it would not be unfair to say I am obsessed with how others judge me, despite my desires not to be so. All of this means that with my brain already in obsession mode, encountering and thinking of these issues of self-presentation has made me obsess over them too—and my self-esteem and sense of peace do not benefit. So scaling back and quieting down is good for me. It gives my brain a chance to restart, and shake off these obsessions.
I know that to most everyone reading this that means nothing. LJ isn't the hub of all of this, so visiting here during my otherwise hiatus is actually no big deal—which makes me about as active or inactive as I might otherwise be, all told. It's other things and places that I'm avoiding, right now.
Three things do not make a post, but I have an episode to watch, they are the things on my mind, and so they must suffice. My coffee-ramen is a severe disappointment: the clash between scent and taste taints both. Ah, oh well.
